#cries !!!

[happi-dreams]

horrible news: i’m still 5’2

[danceapocalyyptic-a]

                    muse :  kahurangi .

the  mystic  arts  by  themselves  were  still  something  kc  didn’t  quite  get .  yet  he  was  the  warden  of  tokio’s  sanctuary ,  though  his  strength  always  resided  in  the  waters .  the  ocean  called  for  him ,  it  was  clear  in  the  paintings  he  made  in  his  spare  time :  sapphire  waters ,  plagued  by  wanderlust .  now ,  he’s  walking  through  hallways  to  find  the  escape  to  his  routine :  knocking  on  jay’s  door  softly  before  stepping  into  their  chambers .  ❝ your  favorite  fish  man ,  ready  for  duty . ❞  he  leaves  a  cup  of  warm  tea  by  their  desk ,  politely  standing  in  one  corner .  ❝ that  chai  is  for  you .  better  start  the  day  right . ❞

                    @cripplemagics​ .

[bonescribes-a]

@theunknowingtothelearning​:  🌻 (For Richeh)      ⤿  🌻  friends like siblings

YES !! i want richeh and coco to open up to each other , i want them to get closer !! skill - wise , i feel like richeh is still building herself up after the second trial , and she and coco are actually in remarkably similar places ? does that make sense ?? like i think richeh is having to go back to the basics and learn things she refused to before , and that puts her and coco at a similar level , and i think they understand each other really well actually because of that

i care them

[earthsalted]

[ CROWN ]:     sender presses a kiss to the crown of the receiver’s head while hugging. from tom / dadiocre!

   WARMTH ENVELOPS HIM. he is small compared to the earthlings around them, yet carries the strength of a warrior on his shoulders every single day. to be able to wrap his arms around the form of the echidna, the lord of donuts knelt in front of him, bringing himself to the same level as knuckles. his touch is tender, considerate, and knuckles is overwhelmed, for a moment. 

   ( he thinks of his father, taking a knee in front of him, a hand on his shoulder and understanding in his eyes. telling knuckles to stay behind, wait for his moment. the dejection he felt, yet abiding by his father’s wishes. watching his father’s back, as the entirety of his tribe emerged into the woods, towards their final hunt. )

   the hedgehog calls the lord of donuts his dad. there is more to family than the blood coursing through your veins, he knows as much. he also knows that his people took sonic’s mother from him. longclaw’s apprentice, torn from his family by the hands of the echidna.

   this is not his father, but tom’s touch tells a different story. his actions, his words, the mere fact that they took knuckles in despite everything he did to a member of their tribe. he came into their lives fully intending to tear the hedgehog from his family a second time, destroyed their home in his quest for vengeance. and here he is, offering a closeness to knuckles he hadn’t experienced in years. he tenses, at first, so unfamiliar with the gentleness he’s being shown, but quickly melts into the touch, raising his arms to wrap them around tom, squeezing him hard.

   with his face smushed against the human’s shoulder, his word are muffled, quiet, only audible to tom. there’s a stone in his throat that he can’t seem to swallow past, taking a heaving breath. ‘ thank you, ‘ he mumbles, appreciative, loved, and when tom responds by pressing a kiss to the crown of his head, never minding the sharp ends of his quills, knuckles cannot stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. 

@dadiocre [ ... ] HUGS HUGS HUGS

[turboemmy]

AAAHHHH I LOVE IT!

WOAAAAAA HELL YEAH IT LOOKS AWESOMEEE !!!! SO GLAD YOU LOVE IT !!!! 🥰🥰🥰

[lapetal]

(   @solovagant​​​       //   CONT.   ✿   )

Ryou holds his heart, that much he’s for certain.   He’s WRAPPED UP in his smiles and way voice hitches ‘pon jokes because it’s so perfectly him, Mae knows not what else to do than simply melt into his entirety.   He doesn’t seek a response, but rather Me simply wishes to let the man know of is ADORATION.   He enjoys him more than he could ever put into words but he will try his best in expressing them.

Dare he even laugh in the face of nerves   (   soft like bells   ),   watching one’s own face accept his words and return with a nudging of their noses.   His heart does FLUTTER for a moment before settling once again, words enough to jar him back into reality.   Perhaps he does struggle with gentle words of devotion, having returned with his own type of fondness to the tattooist but they still speak VOLUMES. 

Digits brush down to run o’er lips and nods, voice soft,   “That’s good...   You’re quite special to me Ryou, and I just would like you to know that, oui?”